Songs

There is always something over

		
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					8.7.8.7.D.

1	There is always something over,
	When we trust  our blessed Lord;
	Every cup He fills o'erfloweth,
	His great rivers all are broad.
	Nothing narrow, nothing stinted,
	Ever issued from His store;
	To His own He gives full measure,
	Running over, evermore.

2	There is always something over,
	When we, from the Father's hand,
	Take our portion with thanksgiving,
	Praising for the things He planned.
	Satisfaction, full and deepening,
	Fills the soul, and lights the eye, 
	When the heart has trusted Jesus
	All its needs to satisfy.

3	There is always something over,
	When we tell in all His love;
	Unplumbed depths still lie beneath us,
	Unscaled heights rise far above.
	Human lips can never utter
	All His wondrous tenderness.
	We can only praise and wonder
	And His Name forever bless.

					M.E. Barber